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Daddy's visit on Friday went pretty well. We talked about Mommy and ate lunch, and we toured the Central State grounds. I guess Daddy was sizing it up to Southwestern. And we worked on my IRS refund, since the IRS consists of idiots who don't know how to process paperwork correctly.
Phoebe died Friday morning. She'd put up quite a fight, as she appeared to have had symptoms of guppy disease for about two months. Now Puck's all lonely and trying to school with the platys. Grimm is constipated. AGAIN. I just switched food brands, so I don't know what's up with his chronic clogged pipes. It's the good stuff too-- Omega One, with REAL fish in it, not crap like shrimp meal. Eh. I guess it's time for the magic pooping pea trick. ;)
I had resolved not to read at the reception tonight, but the editor called back again, so I guess they're in dire need of readers. Yippee. So I'm reading anyways. Dammit all. I wish I knew if this were a formal, semi-formal, or casual occasion.
I watched the Tour de Georgia this afternoon with Sassy. Not too interesting, but very hot. I guess I saw Lance Armstrong... but they ALL look like skinny white guys with Crisco on their heads.
Today in workshop Dan drew an informative diagram of a bong on the board, since a couple of us (including myself) expressed some confusion over what exactly the apparatus was. He also had a nice glossary, including words such as 'shwag' and 'nug.' All this because Tim submitted a story entitled 'The Green Circle' about potheads and drug dealers, and I didn't know what the hell he was talking about most of the time. I'm so uncultured. :P
This weekend Andrew's mom, dad, and brother went to Tampa for his dad's physics convention, so I cleaned the house. Seriously. The microwave, the fridge, the laundry, the bathroom, the dishes, the stove, the floors, the couch, and the cockatiel cage. Oy. I better get uber brownie points. I started off with the intent of doing something nice, then went into exhaustive OCD cleaning mode. I swear a pot of chili was left in that microwave to boil and pop for 5 hours... that's the only way to explain that level of nastiness. And the fridge--!! Duct tape residue, fruit oozes, chocolate syrup dribbles, and flat-out mold streaks. *shudder* I threw away like 20 bottles of stuff, some of which expired in 2001. o.O
Anyways. I guess I'll be off to get ready for schtuff. But I refuse to hurry or otherwise act busy. Hmph.
Phoebe died Friday morning. She'd put up quite a fight, as she appeared to have had symptoms of guppy disease for about two months. Now Puck's all lonely and trying to school with the platys. Grimm is constipated. AGAIN. I just switched food brands, so I don't know what's up with his chronic clogged pipes. It's the good stuff too-- Omega One, with REAL fish in it, not crap like shrimp meal. Eh. I guess it's time for the magic pooping pea trick. ;)
I had resolved not to read at the reception tonight, but the editor called back again, so I guess they're in dire need of readers. Yippee. So I'm reading anyways. Dammit all. I wish I knew if this were a formal, semi-formal, or casual occasion.
I watched the Tour de Georgia this afternoon with Sassy. Not too interesting, but very hot. I guess I saw Lance Armstrong... but they ALL look like skinny white guys with Crisco on their heads.
Today in workshop Dan drew an informative diagram of a bong on the board, since a couple of us (including myself) expressed some confusion over what exactly the apparatus was. He also had a nice glossary, including words such as 'shwag' and 'nug.' All this because Tim submitted a story entitled 'The Green Circle' about potheads and drug dealers, and I didn't know what the hell he was talking about most of the time. I'm so uncultured. :P
This weekend Andrew's mom, dad, and brother went to Tampa for his dad's physics convention, so I cleaned the house. Seriously. The microwave, the fridge, the laundry, the bathroom, the dishes, the stove, the floors, the couch, and the cockatiel cage. Oy. I better get uber brownie points. I started off with the intent of doing something nice, then went into exhaustive OCD cleaning mode. I swear a pot of chili was left in that microwave to boil and pop for 5 hours... that's the only way to explain that level of nastiness. And the fridge--!! Duct tape residue, fruit oozes, chocolate syrup dribbles, and flat-out mold streaks. *shudder* I threw away like 20 bottles of stuff, some of which expired in 2001. o.O
Anyways. I guess I'll be off to get ready for schtuff. But I refuse to hurry or otherwise act busy. Hmph.